Confession # 4: Mom, you were right.

I found this one out the hard way, but mothers are always right. Always.

When I was fifteen years old, I spent obscene amounts of time at the computer. For you younger people out there, this was way before Facebook, LOL Cats and Memes. In 2003, spending obscene amounts of time at the computer was an extremely nerdy thing to do. During those hours in front of a screen, I logged hundreds of creative writing posts on a Harry Potter RPG site, made countless signature banners, avatars, and Hogwarts class homework assignments. I spent even more time building my very own website with (my own HTML coding) to house all the digital art and Photoshop work I had done. Whatever free time I had left, I played The Sims 2.

My mom said "You should get a job in computers." I replied to her saying that I only wanted to be an actress because the arts are my passion in life. She said I could always do both.

She was right.

Since January, I made a graceful exit from the under-appreciating employers, worked 3 part-time jobs, went through about 50 applications. 15 interviews later, I found employment in a Real Estate Office, assisting in web design, social media marketing, I.T. and sales. Something I was doing when I was 15. Now, it's even easier for me to take the weekends off and act.

Mom, you've been right before. This time, though, you were spot on.

Thanks for being so patient.

I love my job, I love my ...I need my job, I need my job...

So, no matter how many ways you look at it, to get a paycheck you have to do a lot of things. In my case, it's nine hours of public humiliation on a good day (and not even in a cute outfit), and being overwhelmingly under-appreciated by my bosses. So, how have I been surviving? Crochet!

That's right, I said it. I'm beginning to get crafty.

While my job may be driving me utterly bonkers, until I can find another one I need to occupy my brain with something that will NOT make me want to gag myself with a spoon. Which turned out to be counting. Lots and lots of counting.

Now, this is NOT a project I am working on at the present. I am making fingerless mittens. They sort of look like chain mail gauntlets that have been gnawed on by several Orcs, but they won't look so bad later... I hope. I will put up pictures later.

In other news, a few months ago I met a group of people I would begin working with under www.consolealliance.com !They are a really fun group to work with, so check it out.

Also I worked with a group of AMAZING people on a film called Miracle Seven and it made its premiere December 27th, 2011! It was a fantastic screening! If you are in the Jacksonville area and you want something fun to do, another screening will be happening soon. Get your tickets by clicking this link: http://www.miracle7movie.com/

Anyway, that's pretty much all for now. Another news flash coming soon.

The Cars, Eddie Money, and My planner

I don't know what it is about music from the 80's, but it just makes me want to get up and go. The Cars, Duran Duran (Playing at the Saint Augustine Ampitheater next month, I'm considering attending..if I have money), The Go-Gos... I love all genres, but the music from the decade I was born really wakes me up.

So craziness has set in. I hate routine, so now my life has become this never-ending cycle of change. If I don't have my planner, I don't remember what I'm supposed to do. Work, phone calls, emails, day jobs, auditions, performances, more auditions, brainstorming and production sessions. Even on my slow days, I can't remember to do things like take my leftover lunch out of the break-room fridge.

I know as a Third Culture Kid, I crave constant change and variety because it's what I'm used to, but how do you know when it reaches an extreme? I know some people who moved way more than I have, have the desire to travel, but would be perfectly content where they are right now. It makes me feel super restless and flighty. How do I know when it's the TCK or the twenty-something in me?

Anyone else know what that feels like?

Confession #3: I've been running away

Well, it's been a year. Hasn't it?

I know what you're thinking. Maybe I was busy or distracted, and I was, but is that really a valid excuse?

This time last year, my life was totally different, but I know my life has changed for the better. So, the gap that is here in my blog, it makes no difference. Not even a blip on my life's radar.

Now I'm not saying my life is perfect now, but it's pretty close. I'm in a somewhat new place. I have a full time job (that I am nowhere near in love with), a boyfriend (who I am in love with, but no where near), and abounding opportunities near me to do something I love.

Right now, I am working on a film set. I have spent the last five weekends away from my full time job, cut off from the world for three whole days once a week, working with an amazing team to bring a vision and message to life. It is by far, the most fun I have had in a long time. Loving every minute of it.

So it's a new dawn, a new day

and I'm feeling good.

Crepes??? CRIPES!!!!

So this morning when I woke up, I was so excited about this bright, beautiful Monday that I beat my alarm clock senseless.

I know, sounds a little cliché, right? Well that's what happened. Luckily, I had no pressing appointments or classes that I missed this morning. So I took advantage of the late morning and decided to attempt the improbable: Making Crepes.




Ah, Crepes! The beautiful, lovely, paper thin slices of heaven that originate from France. You can fill them with anything you choose, fruit or ice cream, chicken, and the classic Nutella filling. Even chocolate tastes better inside a crepe! But why do I want to pay three dollars for one or two when I can make 12 at the same price? If I picked out a simple, but yummy recipe, like this one it would be a cinch.

Or so I thought.

Mine looked nothing like the picture. At all.

My crepes this morning were initally were a disaster. They were undercooked, or greasy, or they cooked way too fast and became tough and gummy. I had two out twelve that were mouth-worthy, and frankly, I was frustrated. I am usually sort of close to the way it should taste or look like on the first try.

I learned three things about crepes that really pertain to real life. There are the three P's of Crepes. Precision, Patience, and Persistance. Well, I don't know if the first P really works in real life, unless you're an über control freak.

Precision: The Crepe is a very fragile food. To avoid doing run arounds the kitchen when your butter doesn't temper well into the mixture, make sure everything is room temperature or slightly cooler before you start cooking. It doesn't have to be room temp, just make sure everything is about the same temperature.

I also found that mixing the ingredients in a blender on low gets everything nice and even without bringing too much air into the mix.

Patience: Make sure to take your time with the crepes. The recipe says that cook time is about twenty minutes, but it took me a lot longer. At the beginning, my pan was not hot enough, during it became too hot, and was perfect heat during the last two crepes. It's just like pancakes in that sense, use common sense: too cool? turn up the heat a little. Too hot? remove from flame or source and let the pan cool down a tad.

And crepes need constant babysitting. Let it sit on one side until the edges are dry (and i mean bone dry, they should be turning golden brown) and bubbles show up on the face up side. Make sure that the crepe on the bottom is golden brown. DO NOT FLIP UNTIL IT IS GOLDEN BROWN. That may take anywhere from a minute and a half to 2 minutes.

Persistance: Don't give up! I was so close to throwing in the dish towel when none of them were coming out right, but that's when I started to learn new things about my kitchen. My pans tend to be too cool or too hot, so I have to play with the flame until I find the sweet spot. If this is your first time with crepes, it probably won't turn out right, just take your time! Keep at it!


And be sustainable, don't discard the egg whites! Make an omelette. I don't really like eggs, but I hated the idea of throwing out perfectly good food. So, I scrambled them.

Next stop on the TCKimmi cooking channel: making an egg white omelette that doesn't make me want to yak.

Bon apetit, readers!

Confession #2: Bugs really freak me out. I just hide it well.

So i am looking for a new apartment, and honestly after what i just saw tonight, I don't think it could be too soon to for me to move.

I went to make a crepe in the kitchen, and instead decided to just pick at some slices of pepperoni. While munching, i thought about making a bowl of cheerios and i went to get a clean dish from the drainer, and there. it. was.

The first full grown roach of the summer!!!!!!

Now granted I have seen bigger in Hawaii, and I saw a much bigger one in the city streets a few days ago, but I haven't seen one in my home since I moved here. It was very very VERY disgusting. I am seriously contemplating a mass homicide with Raid. or Combat. or the equivalent of those brands here. Because where there is one, there are always more.

Now I don't even want to eat at home! After all the food I bought...I don't think I can do it. i'm paraniod that my food will turn out to be one of the old Mormonads, you know, the one with the sundae. Like...SURPRISE!!!! PROTIEN!!!

I cannot wait to move. period.

PS: Don't worry. I killed it before I went to bed.

Rainy Days and Time Machines

I really didn't realize how much I valued silence--

until my roommate moved in her drum set.

I really took advantage of being out of the house during daylight hours this week, but given the onset of rain this afternoon, I came home from my outing early. I'm pretty sure that being on dates in the rain is romantic--when you're with someone that romantically interests you. When it's a brief acquaintance, however, sharing an umbrella feels a little uncomfortable.

I seem to have the most interesting luck with boys. Well, not so much interesting as ironic. I meet boys and it just doesn't seem to work out one way or another. Either I don't like them, or they don't like me. I went on two dates with this one guy, and he has suddenly become incredibly busy. I can't be one hundred percent sure, but I'm using Elizabeth Bennet's take on this: "One knows exactly what to think."

The universe has taken it upon herself to bring back 3 boys from my past. I don't know if it is to say "Hey, maybe you should give these guys a chance. There's still hope!" or "See these awesome guys? Because you were too afraid, they have moved on. Now you have to chase boys that may not like you half as much as they did."

I don't think either of these are true, because there is no point in rewinding; you just go backwards to repeat the same things you did before. I think there's a reason man hasn't invented the time machine. There's no way we could stop ourselves from making mistakes because we wouldn't be who we were in the present, totally altering the fabric of space-time, and by making those changes we probably wouldn't have the time machine to send us back to begin with.

"A classic rookie mistake."

I haven't given boys much thought, honestly. I've been a little too busy restoring my legs to normal after a long afternoon of stretching and extension exercises yesterday. My teachers are really making sure that I step up. It's nice to have teachers that push me. I like it a lot. I feel like they are proud of my progress, but constantly remind me of how far I have to go. There's no rewinding now, there's too much lying ahead of me.

The clouds calm me. I think I really prefer the vibrations that come from thunderclaps than a double bass drum beat.